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Post by Dawny on Dec 12, 2014 9:29:56 GMT -5
The proud tom once again took his place at the top of the rocks. The place of leaders and willful cats of legends. Windstar turned his head towards the sun as it gradually gave off little heat every day during leaf-bare. At least his clan was still in their home. At least they still had each other.
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Post by Sunnywind on Dec 26, 2014 16:46:50 GMT -5
Feathersong padded out of her warm den and into the cool morning air. Not many cats were out; which wasn't surprising, considering it was the middle of leafbare. Her eyes wandered around the camp, landing on Windstar. He was perched atop the Tall Rock, eyes watching. Feathersong trotted over, asking,
"How are you today, Windstar?" She glanced up at him before asking, "Would you like something from the fresh-kill pile?" Her meow was tender and soft.
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